Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Fear,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.